Hey Nisha

Hey Nisha hi Nisha!

Where are you today?

I see you daily on my way.

Sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing,

Sometimes sad, sometimes frowning.

I see you smiling warmly to the scorching Sun.

Working fiercely with your every muscle outdone.

Cleaning streets, cleaning utensils.

Lifting things ten times your size.

Sometimes in rain, sometimes in bitter cold.

With no shelter for you to hold.

I marvel at your fearless spirit.

Your honesty and dedication has no limit.

You smile at adversity with such joy.

You call yourself Vrindavan’s queen ahoy!

You say this misfortune of yours will not last.

One day, you will build a roof over your past.

Your misfortunes are so explicit, but still no remorse you exhibit.

But are you really the misfortunate one?

Are we the fortunate ones? Living holed up in our comfort spots.

Blind to your misery, sufferings and pain.

Subjecting you to our disdain.

And never a kind word, or a word of support.

Has ever been uttered from this fortunate mouth.

But you the Unfortunate one, keep smiling, keep sprinting, come what may.

You just take all by your stride, laugh hard and bounce back, you dont need any guide.

And we the fortunate ones, cry hoarse at our every loss. Keep our hate and vengeance alive. Curse at any unpleasant unplanned sight.

You are so pure, and we so malicious.

We have let you down, innumerable times and yet, you never complain.

May God bless you always, is all I can say.